You hide behind the words.
It was my priviledge...
After the prank
call, the death returns to room q...
By genetic accident?
I fall in your way...
Melting in the cauldron to feed,
until later, I will seek you...
Barefoot you reach
for candidacy to...
A kingfisher
would like to have no borders...
Nevermore you will talk
of the forked tongue...
Aggravated
injury, after a man tries...
Standing knee deep in water
invoking the sun god...
The smiling god,
sitting on the throne...
As if on a beach the moon
I become cloaked by the vision...
Dust motes fell
light catching their diaphanous folds...